Ralph's memories were hazy, as he woke... The last thing he remembered was following a lone woman down a darkened alley. His purpose was her nightmare. He didn't know the woman's name... didn't care to... she was there to satisfy his lusts, and that was her entire existence!
It was certainly still dark, but now it was Ralph who was terrified. There wasn't any details to his situation. The claustrophobic walls had retreated into the murk, even the ground beneath his feet lost the echoing tread of his footsteps. It lacked the damp oppressive atmosphere, the scent of stale piss was gone from the air. He couldn't spot any bins, any doors... anything nearby.
"Hello." He timidly called out, afraid of revealing himself in the dark. Equally he wanted desperately to not feel utterly alone.
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